winter’s blossom

winter's blossom

Joy is never lasting, it is tempered by reality, weakened by uncertainty and crushed by expectation. Much like love. Sadness is never ending. We bury it, attempt at forgetting and embrace life’s joys. But, it remains, in the depths of our hearts to be dredged up during those dark wet winter evenings. It is the everlasting sadness that makes the joy worthwhile, worth savouring because we know what it hides.

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